This is such an old fashioned term. It brings to mind flounced dresses over hoop frames, and someone playing at a pianoforte. OK, it is time to stop watching Jane Austen Period Pieces.

In this time of technology, video games, reality TV, and connections via Twitter, it was nice to have an evening talking with my friends.

One of our long distance connections was travelling in from New Zealand. In order to bring everyone together we decided to have a Werewolf party. If you have never played Werewolf (or mafia), you can find the info here.

But, to be honest, it wasn’t the game that was important. It was the joy of having friends in our home, talking, laughing, plotting lynchings, and socializing. In the midst of it all I was hit with the realization of how rare this is in my life. Many of our gatherings are too big for meaningful conversation. Others, the drinking portion of the evening becomes the priority, so acting out becomes more important to our guests. Not to say that these things are bad, but they can get in the way of really talking and finding where these people are on their various paths.

Werewolf makes this even easier as, once you have been lynched by the villagers or killed by a werewolf; you cannot participate in the game. So these folks often go to the next room and talk amongst themselves. This time we had the added fun of the kids joining the game. It surprised me that they wanted to play with the grown-ups, but these two pre-adolescent boys really seemed to get into the spirit of the role playing. Though we did have some hurt feelings, but those were easily assuaged with revenge in later rounds.

I know schedules are tight, and free time has become an expensive commodity, but I really would like to suggest that you host an evening like this, soon. Just tell your guests to bring a beverage and a snack, and let the party happen around you. The warmth generated in the room will soon spread to your heart.